Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 08:39:09 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge
Subject: The English Boy 20 (Gay incest: M/t)
This is, ostensibly, the story of the sexual relationship between teenage
boys and their fathers, other members of their families and itinerant horny
adults. It is an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he
finds emotional and sexual satisfaction between his father's legs and those
of most of his male relatives. It graphically describes sexual acts between
family members, which are pure invention - though grounded in personal
experience and wishful-thinking. It is an adult's story for adults. The
'boys' included in the story throughout are, in fact 'disguised' adults
(i.e. me!) who fantasize about regressing to our early teens with what we
know now! It comes, therefore, with all the usual warnings. It is not the
author's intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors. So if
such material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you
live, or you are yourself under age, do not read further.
I welcome comments, observations and suggestions to which I will gladly
reply, especially from those who have similar tastes. Thanks to all who
have sent messages, particularly the loyal band who offer their thoughts
and comments as each new chapter appears. philip255@hotmail.com
Chapter 20 'Nothing ventured nothing gained!'
Joseph sat down on his bed, dazed, unable to comprehend the scene he had
just witnessed. Having left home to buy a special tool he needed for his
do-it-yourself project, he found he had left his credit cards behind and
returned to find his seventeen year old grandson, Leroy, fucking the shit
out of his thirteen year old friend, Philip, on the living room floor.
Joseph had opened the front door to be greeted by uninhibited shrieks and
squeals of
"Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Shag me! Fucking give it to me! Yeah, take my big
black cock, who little white whore ..."
Shocked, he had walked to where the voices were coming from, and stood
dumb-founded in the door way. The sight that confronted him would be
engraved on his memory for ever. Only feet from him, Philip was lying
stark naked on his back across a pouffe and Leroy, holding both of his
ankles wide apart above his head and was rogering Philip's small, smooth
white arsehole for all he was worth with his thick black prick. He was
inhaling something from a small bottle that seemed to increase his
lust-crazed shagging. The muscles stood out on his strong calves and
thighs as he strained forward, bracing his feet against the floor, to
achieve the greatest possible downward thrust into his friend's upturned
rectum. Both of them were so totally engrossed in their frenetic fucking
they remained completely oblivious to Joseph's presence, and, for what
seemed an age - but was probably only a couple of minutes - he was rooted
to the spot and unable to speak. What was there to say? His hefty
grandson pistoned the boy's hole remorselessly with ever increasing force
and speed, his big purple-black balls slapping against the young lad's
buttocks. Far from objecting, Philip was gagging for more as he lashed his
own prick towards orgasm.
Suddenly, he screamed, "I can't hold it back any longer, I'm fucking
cumming, Leroy, I'm fucking cumming!"
As his words echoed round the room, spunk started to spray wildly from his
prick, up on to his face, his chin and across his chest.
"Fuck the spunk out of me! Fuck the spunk out of me!" he begged.
This triggered Leroy's cock to unleash repeated blasts of cum into his
young fuck-buddy's arse. Joseph saw his grandson's buttocks tighten, his
back straighten, his bollocks quiver, and his thrusting momentarily cease,
before he buried his cock deep inside Philip's bowels - eliciting whoops
and squeals of ecstasy. As his head thrashed from side to side, Philip
suddenly noticed Joseph standing in the doorway like an open-mouthed
statue.
"Oh, Shit!" he gasped, again!
Following his stare, Leroy eyes alighted upon his grandfather just as he
was withdrawing his spent cock from Philip's ravished rectum. Joseph's last
memory was of a tableau of two flushed, panting faces turned towards him,
his grandson holding Philip's leg in the air with his right hand, his left
hand clasping his thick black cock, glistening with his own spunk. He was
bent over a little blond white boy splattered with his own semen, and still
gripping his redheaded cock. The trance broken, Joseph turned and fled
upstairs to his room.
Going over and over the vision in his mind, he was unaware that throughout
the proceedings his own cock had been rock-hard. Now, he found himself
absent-mindedly rubbing his crotch, both appalled and excited by what he
had witnessed. He couldn't remember having ever seen another man cum -
certainly not since he left school in Jamaica, nearly forty years ago. Sex
had never really featured in his life, coming from a strict religious
background, and had faded as he and his wife had grown older, and she spent
increasingly long periods back home. And here were two youngsters rutting
like animals and loving every minute of it! He couldn't stop the
flashbacks of his grandson's rampant fucking from filling his fevered
imagination. His hand groped in his trousers for his ramrod hard cock, and
without realising what he was doing, he began to masturbate vigorously.
The thick seven and a half inch staff of uncut black manhood soon produced
clear precum on his cockhead which was then whipped into a white foam as he
rewound the tape in his head. Each time he recalled the boys' spunk-up,
his cock flexed and his balls danced. On the fourth replay, his mind's eye
saw Philip's smooth white body spasm as his little cock shot its load high
into the air. Joseph released his own copious load, which splashed up on
to his shirt and seeped between his fingers down the shaft of his cock.
Shaken out of his reverie, Joseph suddenly became aware of what he had
done: masturbated over images of his own grandson fucking a young white
boy! He was disgusted with himself and rapidly began to clean himself up.
But he couldn't rid his mind of the episode, and what was he to do? Should
he tell his son Winston, the boy's father? Should he talk to his grandson
about the wicked depravity of such things? Or should he simply say nothing
and they could all pretend it never happened? He mused over this for the
next hour as he tried to summon up the courage to go down stairs.
Eventually, he heard the two boys leave the house, and watched them through
the window as they walked down the garden path, deep in conversation. No
doubt discussing how they were going to tackle the situation, thought
Joseph. His cock began to harden again as he watched Philip's spunk-filled
arse make its way down the street.
They passed a neighbour walking his dog. He could never have guessed that
the two schoolboys had just committed an act of unspeakable depravity: one
boy filling the other's arse with his spunk. In an ecstasy of disgust,
Joseph's hand travelled to his crotch again as his rapidly stiffening cock
sought to rehearse the afternoon's events - again.
Joseph, of course, was blissfully unaware that his son and grandson had
being enjoying a full and active sex life together for several years.
Furthermore, both had been shagging young Philip - apart and together - for
over a year! The boy loved nothing more than to feel hot black dad and son
cock filling his arse and mouth.
Philip and Leroy decided the best plan of action was to go back to the
police station and tell Winston exactly what had happened and get his
advice.
"You careless little buggers!" was Winston's immediate response.
"Don't say anything to your granddad unless he says something to you. He
may raise the subject with me - concerned about your moral welfare," he
added with a smile.
Winston dropped Philip off at the farm and then he and Leroy went home to
face granddad. Joseph was sitting in the living room watching the
television when they arrived. He seemed rather withdrawn - perhaps the
result of two vigorous wanks! When Leroy went upstairs to his room, Joseph
tentatively broached the subject of Leroy and Philip's friendship. There
was a four year age gap, was Winston concerned about their spending time
together? Aware that his father was 'fishing', he responded that 'boys
would be boys' and they seemed to 'enjoy each others' company'. Joseph
thought that was an understatement! He blushed as he imagined the pleasure
it must have given his grandson fucking senseless the young lad's tight
arse. He recalled his own adolescence when his cock was permanently erect,
and he had no outlet for his lust, condemned to endless masturbation. He
dropped the subject, and tried - unsuccessfully - to push it to the back of
his mind. That night, he had difficulty sleeping, tossing and turning -
with as much tossing as turning!
The boys hatched a plan. They were both convinced, in retrospect, that
Joseph had a hard-on as he watched them shag. That opened the possibility
of seduction. So they decided that Philip would turn up at the house under
the pretence of seeing Leroy who would, of course, be out. This would give
Joseph the opportunity of speaking to Philip about what he had seen, and
for Philip to pursue it if he detected a twitch in Joseph's crotch! Leroy
reluctantly agreed - he had wanted to get hold of his grandfather's cock
for some years. But Philip said that man to boy sex was a big enough thing
for granddad to come to terms with without introducing him to incest at the
same time!
So, three days later, Philip visited the house as planned, and on being
told by Joseph that Leroy was out, asked if he could come in and wait.
Joseph reluctantly agreed. Staring down at the boy he saw a cute little
lad in his school uniform that then mutated into a boy, arse in the air
with his cock in his hand and spunk over his face - and his grandson's
spent prick being pulled out of his hole. He sat down uncomfortably on the
sofa, aware that his cock was stiffening rapidly. Philip joined him on the
sofa - but left a gap between them - and observed the growing mound in the
black man's trousers. He decided to grasp the nettle:
"You're thinking about last Friday aren't you?"
Joseph blushed and mumbled something unintelligible.
"It's okay, we've been doing it for months, and it really turns us on. I
don't mind you know."
"That was obvious!" replied Joseph, "But it's depraved and perverted! Boys
don't do that to each other. You wait 'til you meet a nice girl, get
married and ..."
As he dried up, his cock got harder and harder and strained in his
trousers.
"If you think that, why is your cock so hard?" said Philip innocently,
seizing the moment and granddad's cock!
Granddad jumped three feet into the air but couldn't dislodge the boy's
hand from his cock.
"You want some of what Leroy was getting, don't you, granddad?" he said
nestling up to Joseph and rubbing and squeezing the older man's crotch.
No-one had ever touched him there before, and it felt wickedly wonderful.
Yes, he did want what his grandson had had. An uncontrollable wave of lust
passed through his body as he thought of inserting his cock into the boy's
smooth white arse. Philip wasted no time. Unzipping his fly, he plunged
his hand inside the black man's trousers and hauled out his throbbing
purple-headed cock. It was already wet with anticipation, and, sliding to
his knees between Joseph's open legs, he thrust the fat black sausage down
his throat and earnestly began to suck. Now Joseph had never been sucked
before - nice girls didn't do such things and he wasn't the sort to go to
prostitutes - so he had only heard about oral sex. It wasn't long before
he realised why people talked about it so enthusiastically. It was
incredible! As Philip used his tongue skilfully on the cock-head, and
expertly caressed and cajoled the heavy black balls that he had also fished
out of granddad's trousers, the upright black man thought he was in heaven.
Very soon, Philip felt a surge at the base of the penis, and prepared
himself for the cumming storm. As the spunk rose up from Joseph's balls,
he withdrew the cock slightly from his mouth and let the first powerful
jets of spunk splash against the back of his throat and coat his tongue.
Then he deep throated the still shooting cock, taking almost all of it into
his young mouth. Joseph writhed and groaned ecstatically as he pumped his
spunk into the dirty little white boy.
Philip refrained from bringing himself off. If granddad came so much so
quickly there would probably be another load available in half an hour or
so, which he had every intention of taking up his arse! Joseph collapsed
back into the sofa, his empty bollocks nestling under Philip's chin, his
softening cock still firmly lodged in the boy's mouth. It had all happened
so quickly, he was in a state of shock.
"That was unbelievable!" he sighed, "No wonder Leroy spends so much time
with you!"
Philip continued to work on Joseph's cock, gently licking and sucking the
head, occasionally letting his tongue flick teasingly across the piss slit
or venture down to nuzzle his balls. Granddad stroked the boy's head,
running his fingers through his silky blond hair - all his moral scruples
had suddenly left him and flown out of the window.
But Philip's brain was still working overtime. He knew that if he could
keep Joseph happy for another twenty minutes, giving his balls time to
recharge their sperm banks, he could get him sufficiently aroused again and
suggest he fucks him. His second orgasm would probably take more time,
giving Leroy the chance to burst in and catch his granddad on the job
shagging his best friend. Granddad would then have no choice but to let
him join in, and Leroy might achieve one of his ambitions: sucking his
granddad's cock and watching him spunk!
Philip bided his time, idly sucking, stroking, and sweetly tormenting
Joseph's long- neglected penis. He let his hands travel up to the black
man's chest, gently running his fingers through the coarse, curly hair and
tweaking his nipples. Neither of them spoke. Philip didn't want to break
the mood or arouse any feelings of guilt that Joseph might harbour. Joseph
was trying to come to terms with having been seduced and sucked off by
pretty little school boy (who shouldn't know about such things) and who had
given him the most exquisite erotic experience of his life. Removing the
boy's mouth from his penis seemed pointless now. Besides, it felt so
fucking good! Gradually, his cock began to stiffen, and Philip adopted a
more active role in pleasuring his best friend's granddad. He insisted
upon greater access to Joseph's balls, forcing his tongue beneath them and
rubbing it against his scrotum. His hands ranged far and wide across his
stomach and chest, gently teasing and testing to find the older man's most
sensitive erogenous zones.
Eventually, he felt Joseph was aroused enough for the next stage.
"Granddad, would you like to do to me what you saw Leroy doing? Would you
like to fuck me?" Philip employed all his wide-eyed innocent charm when
posing this question
Joseph's mind immediately recalled the image of his grandson ferociously
fucking the white boy's small, smooth arse. His thoughts concentrated on
his throbbing cock-head which was twitching impatiently for action. An
unbidden lust-filled growl escaped his throat. He had wondered,
fleetingly, at that moment what it would be like to ease his hard cock into
that warm, tight hole, and then thrust it backwards and forwards until his
cock exploded inside him, filling him with his seed. Joseph didn't reply
but allowed the boy to remove his trousers and underpants, which he slipped
deftly over his shoes. Meanwhile, Philip pulled down his own tight school
trousers that fitted his cute little arse like a glove. Next came his
pants. He had taken the precaution of greasing up his arsehole beforehand
but had a tube of KY in his pocket in case Joseph's cock was enormous or
needed a helping hand. He was careful not to frighten off Joseph and so
chose to address him as 'granddad' which he felt was less threatening to
the older man, and adopt the role of an innocent but naughty little boy.
Turning round, he drew the big black man on to the carpet, bent over the
same pouffe on which Leroy had fucked him, and stretched his hand behind
him. He quickly located Joseph's rock-hard cock, and guided it towards his
boy-cunt. The precum-coated cock- head soon encountered the
well-lubricated hole and Philip pushed firmly back on it. The head
disappeared up his arse before Joseph had time to think - a deliberate
tactic by Philip who assumed the man was an arse-fucking virgin: 'don't
give them too much time to think' was the boy's motto when initiating the
uninitiated!
Joseph moaned as his prick sank into the velvet tunnel, but he hadn't
forgotten how to fuck - or nature took over. Joseph quickly found himself
thrusting backwards and forwards up the boy's tight little cunt, and Philip
matched the ebb and flow of his thrusts. As man-cock and boy-cunt became
familiar with each other, Joseph realised he could run the whole length of
his black fuck stick up Philip's arse causing him nothing but pleasure, he
increased the speed and depth of his ploughing. Soon the two of them were
rutting like animals, grunting and moaning as the pursuit of pure sensual
pleasure took over. Joseph remembered seeing his grandson buggering the
same orifice, which sent a shiver of wicked erotic pleasure through his
whole body, and all vestiges of reserve and guilt left him. He felt the
decades drop off him as he fucked like a fifteen year old.
"Oh, yes, granddad! Fill me, fuck me with your big black manhood!" incanted
Philip.
He had in fact been more expertly screwed - by Joseph's son and his own dad
- but wanted to make the first-timer feel good.
"You are a naughty, dirty, depraved little boy! But this feels so good,
and you are really gonna get it all!" he growled between gritted teeth.
While Joseph was wondering what he had been missing all these years, Philip
was enjoying the knowledge that he had been well shagged by both son and
grandson, and was now the proud recipient of granddad's cock, three
generations of the same family's spunk in his arse!
Meanwhile, from outside the living room window that looked on to the
garden, every thrust was being monitored by an increasingly horny Leroy.
He had made himself scarce so Philip and his granddad could get it
together, but had decided to return home early and spy on them. Creeping
round to the terrace, he had witnessed his friend's resurrection of
granddad's prick after his first orgasm and relished every moment as the
little slut had manoeuvred his granddad's cock up his arse. Now they were
going at it hammer and tongs, he thought it was time to make his presence
known. He didn't want his granddad shooting up his mate until he was there
to see it at close quarters, or, better still, have some of his granddad's
cum in his own arse or mouth. After all, Joseph was his granddad and he
had waited years for this moment; beside, why should that little white slut
get all the cock and cum that was going!
So Leroy tiptoed round to the front door, his groin throbbing with
anticipation and a salacious leer on his face. However, the lust turned to
horror and his erection withered in his pants as he rounded the side of the
house to see the black cassocked figure of Father Padraig letting himself
in with a "Halloo! Anybody in!"
Father Padraig was the new assistant priest who had only been with them a
few months, brought in to help out the older Father Hugh. Padraig had
spent several years as a teacher and missionary in the Caribbean after
being ordained, and had recently returned to take up parish duties in
England. He was a tall man with dark, almost black curly hair, grey- green
dancing eyes and a gentle Irish lilt that make all the old biddies (and
some of the men!) at church go weak at the knees. His forbidden status
through enforced celibacy added to his attraction in their eyes - they were
safe to fantasise. He was known to be more liberal than the old
Jesuit-trained priests, but Leroy was sure he wasn't that liberal! The
black youth crept through the door after the priest, cursing himself for
not replacing the flat battery in the door-bell. At the best of times,
Father Padraig had a habit of knocking or ringing and then walking straight
in - a legacy of his time abroad spent in more open societies. A single
man, he would take himself off to families where the pickings were good,
and had taken a liking to granddad's Caribbean cuisine.
Horror-struck, Leroy waited for the bomb to burst with bated breath,
knowing what the innocent priest was about to witness. Almost the same
scene that his grandfather had walked in on only two days ago: young white
boy spread-arsed over a pouffe with a big, buck black man shagging his arse
like there was no tomorrow! Joseph, who was slightly deaf, was too carried
away with his pleasure to have heard the priest enter.
Philip, as he was being buffeted backwards and forwards by the force of
granddad's thrusting, thought it was Leroy making his planned entrance.
"What in God's name ..!." thundered the priest before words failed him and
he stood regarding the spectacle before him in utter disbelief.
Two heads swung round to the door.
"Oh, shit," muttered Philip - again!
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned!" he added - it was the only thing
that came into his mind!
Joseph froze as if in a trance, his willy withered in Philip's bumhole but
there was no hiding what was going on.
Enter Leroy. He said afterwards he ought to have done a runner. At the
time he was so disappointed at having his prize so nearly in his grasp (for
prize read 'granddad's cock!) and then snatched away, that it didn't occur
to him. He followed Father Padraig into the room, and watched as his
grandfather tried to pull his dick out of Philip's arse without the priest
seeing - a futile hope as the priest's eyes were riveted to the focus of
the action: Joseph's cock and Philip's arse!
Philip thought, "there's no point in pretending. In for a penny in for a
pound!" and standing up, made no attempt to hide or cover himself.
If the priest had the slightest sexual inclination towards lads, this was
the time to test it as there was nothing to lose! He sacheed across the
room to the priest, wiggling his cute bubble butt and positively flaunting
himself. Padraig stared down at the boy, transfixed by his remarkable
ability to display guileless innocence and rampant carnality, which he
returned with a guileless innocence. When he reached the priest, he bent
down, lifted the cassock over his head and disappeared underneath. It was
Leroy's turn now to gasp with disbelief as the audacious young boy
clambered up the priest's strong hairy thighs and headed north.
Joseph took the opportunity of the priest's distraction to make himself
decent, and pushed his cock inside his trousers. It was only then that he
noticed his grandson standing in the doorway and his eyes widened.
"How much have you seen?" he blurted out before he could keep the words
back.
"Everything, granddad, but it's okay. I know!" his grandson replied. Once
again Joseph's mind was thrown into turmoil.
Meanwhile, Philip was making unexpected progress between Father Padraig's
legs. Shock had rooted him to the spot, and guided by the intoxicating
scent of a man's musky crotch, the little opportunist had reached the
priest's boxer shorts and encountered a fulsome pair of bollocks and a
semi-tumescent penis! He slid the shorts down and took the stiffening cock
into his mouth before the priest had time to object. Padraig breath caught
as the young lips enclosed his cock-head, and moaned as his balls felt the
gentle caress of the boy's soft hands. Philip was relishing the dark,
enclosed world in which he found himself, and ground his mouth down on the
unseen piece of forbidden manhood. Padraig's hands went involuntarily to
the boy's head which he clasped to steady himself, his hips sliding forward
of their own free will to fill the boy's mouth with his cock. He closed
his eyes and gave a moan of resignation as the young cocksucker set out to
display his whole armoury of oral sex technique. Philip devoted himself to
pleasuring the priest, a strong handsome man whom he had always addressed
as 'father'. He was thrilled at servicing this strong man, worshipping his
rampant cock in the contained safety of his cassock, while enjoying his
power over this authoritative figure.
The focus of action had changed from the grandfather to the priest. Noting
the shift in fortune, Leroy saw his chance and crossed over to his
grandfather, who was himself transfixed by Philip's audacity. As Joseph
saw the cassock-covered head moving backwards and forwards on the priest's
hidden member his own prick began to stir. He was shaken from his reverie
by a hand thrust into his still open trousers, which, having been joined by
a second, hauled out his hardening cock and recharged balls. He was almost
beyond shock, but gasped,
"Leroy!"
"It's okay, granddad, its okay! Just go with it!" replied his grandson
soothingly, as he sank to his knees and, reverently taking his
grandfather's cock in his mouth, fulfilled a long-held ambition. He
savoured the moment that he inserted his grandfather's penis into his mouth
and lavishly wrapped his tongue and lips around it.
The two men's incredulous gazes alternated between their own cocks and the
other's. The two teenagers employed all their skill to pleasure their men
- and diffuse the situation. Philip increased his suction speed and power,
one hand wrapped around the thick shaft while the other milked the priest's
balls. He occasionally made a foray across Padraig's hairy stomach and up
to a nicely furred chest. He was a handsome man from the neck up, but
no-one had got to see what his body was like beneath the cassock or
vestments which made him seem sexless, or tantalisingly mysterious and
unavailable. Philip was an altar boy and had often fantasised of being
groped by a dishy priest. It was one of the disappointments in his short
life so far that no clergyman had thought him worthy of being 'molested'.
He never thought he would be the one to creep under a cassock and fondle a
hunky priest's big furry bollocks! Such thoughts made him work harder on
his task and he sensed the priest was nearing orgasm. This wasn't incest,
but the power and dominance of the priest made him lust after his semen.
From what he could hear from under the cloth between the Father's thighs,
Leroy had managed to placate and seduce his grandfather.
So the two boys concentrated single-mindedly on bringing their men to
orgasm. Joseph had the advantage of ten minutes hard shagging, and Leroy
could taste his young friend's arse on his granddad's dick. He was spurred
on by the thought of tasting granddad's spunk. He felt the older man's
cock jump in his mouth, his balls tighten, and then a surge from the base
of his prick that heralded the release of his sperm. Leroy braced himself
and pulled the grand-paternal penis an inch or so out from his throat. The
cock bucked and shot a thick necklace of white granddad spunk against the
back of his grandson's mouth, some covering his tongue and dripping down
his chin. He slammed the rest of the cock down his throat and Joseph
howled with the agony and ecstasy as more waves of spunk rocketed out of
the piss slit deep inside his grandson who swallowed it greedily. The yell
made Padraig open his eyes and he saw the big black man releasing his load
down his grandson's throat. The rasp of the boy's tongue across his own
cock-head opened the floodgates of his own untapped reservoir of spunk.
Philip felt the priest's balls tighten and his cock stiffen, and happily
guzzled the cascade of virgin cum that spurted into his eager young mouth.
He gulped and swallowed as he tried to keep up with priest's spunk
production. The two men continued to shoot until their bollocks were
drained.
Joseph sank back on the sofa, bemused and emotionally and sexually
exhausted. Leroy rested his head on his grandfather's knee, but still kept
his cock in his mouth. Philip eventually emerged from beneath the priest's
cassock, and remained kneeling at his feet looking beatifically up at him,
splashes of drying cum streaking his face. The two men stared down
incredulous at their seducers wondering how on earth they had got into this
situation.
This was the scene that greeted Winston as he entered the room.
"Well, it seems you've all been getting to know each other while I've been
hard at work!" he said, obviously amused by the looks of horror on the two
men's faces.
"Good evening, Father. Will you be staying for supper? I'm sure dad can
rustle up something tasty when he's taken his cock out of my son's mouth!"
Having been frozen with shock, the scene sped forward as if a video had
been moved from 'hold' to 'fast forward'. Joseph thrust his prick back
into his trousers and tried, belatedly, to make himself decent. Father
Padraig rearranged his cassock and stepped back from Philip who had settled
at his feet. It was all too much for the priest, who muttered something
about getting back for confessions, and fled past Winston into the street
where he had parked his car. Philip thought the family needed time to sort
themselves out - it was obviously 'confession time' for all three of them -
so he made his excuses and left.
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To be continued in Chapter 21 when preparations for the new family
enterprise take shape and Father Padraig's own confessions have surprising
consequences!
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stories entertaining: philip255@hotmail.com